I walk across King George's Field nearly every day.
Since September, activity on my route to work had slowed. This was potentially to do with the end of school holidays, and the start of new terms, the lead up to Christmas, unhospitable weather... a myriad of reasons.
Also, my own circumstances have changed somewhat, and my walk to work is not always taken -- again for a number of reasons.
And so entries here have slowed by an alarming degree.
This morning, as I was walking to work, revelling in the fresh morning light, I was seriously contemplating whether to continue with entries here. I began to wonder whether the ritual I'd been documenting had been completed, or interrupted, or abandoned.
When I came across this. Perched neatly inside a climbing frame, on the playground site which was erected to replace the ghosted one, was this trolley. And my faith was restored. The ritual does continue, and in a surprisigly audacious fashion.
I was walking to work, so it would have been about 7:15am when I took these.
